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I wish I could be there with you. I wish I was better friend. I wish I wasn’t so f*&%#d up in the head so I could know how to be there for you. I wish I'd stop making excuses. I’m so embarrassed, but somehow you still manage to be my friend. You're such a blessing. I love you so much and I’m so sorry for being such a coward. I promise never again to hide in the shadows when you need me. I pray that you find the strength you need to come to peace with Sam’s death.

Blog by Isaida Veale

Wife, Mother to four boys, Knitter, Picturetaker, and Memory Keeper. I lost my oldest son, Samuel, to murder. Life can be unfair at times, but even so, it holds beauty and love. I blog to document our life. This beautiful, messy life.